Though storms had never inspired fear in Terrence, the combination of Ella and the current weather was still a mindblowing one. He felt the claps of thunder shake him, sending pleasant shivers through his body almost as much as her hands were. He liked the lightning even more, cracks of light illuminating her body as she arched, glinting off the rain on her skin. Somehow, they had managed to surpass even themselves when it came to wild, primal, chaotic instinct and movement.
Which only made him want her more, with every fiber of his being. His hands went to his own trousers, which were partially undone, and shoved them down, kicking them off the rest of the way. The roof dug into his knees as he raised his head and shifted, mouth and hands retracing their pathway up over her body.
He kissed her hard as his hips fit against hers, devouring her mouth as he entered her, driven on by the wind and rain pelting on his back, stinging even more where she'd broken his nails. Now he was biting harder, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise with the sound of thunder, an erratic rhythm offset from the more regular, rough movements of hips.
Fuck, this was brilliant. Her name came out muffled against her mouth, and he wondered why he hadn't dragged her out into a storm a long time ago.